Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
winter landscape
For now I don't think I need to be like Mother Teresa. For now I think it's enough to just be alive. Being alive is pretty cool. It rocks, actually.
Some days I don't feel alive. Working days, nights and evenings, different times each week, messes ones life up a bit. It is a little exhausting.
But when walking through a Swedish winter landscape with trees laden with bristling white snow one is alive. Yeah, truly alive. Blissful winter, oh so hated, oh so loved...
Some days I don't feel alive. Working days, nights and evenings, different times each week, messes ones life up a bit. It is a little exhausting.
But when walking through a Swedish winter landscape with trees laden with bristling white snow one is alive. Yeah, truly alive. Blissful winter, oh so hated, oh so loved...